Last night, after my shift, I sat down at the bar with my friends and watched the crazy gigantic moose and beavers carousel all over 32 flat screens. Just when I thought nothing could tear me away from the Closing Ceremonies, the the guitar plucking of Melissa Etheridge's "I'm the Only One" sounded. I turned around, glanced at the stage, where a blonde perched on a bar stool, tapping her foot to the beat.
Then she began to sing.
It was like yelling. Screeching. Off key madness. By far, the worst karoake I have ever heard.
Matt and EMoney called it "auditory rape."
I'm sure some of you are thinking all karoake is bad. But I'm in LA, and a lot of people can sing well. And bad karaoke is kind of odd.
But this. This was so bad I started cackling out loud. Like an insane person. Like somehow the cackling would make it stop.
Matt and EMoney stared at me. But I stuck with it. And while the singing didn't stop, the cackling made me feel better.
What insanity are you cackling through?
3 years ago